I had forgotten all about the Count. I want to say his first name was Steve, but nobody’s name jumped out when I took a quick look through the listing on the alumni site. I’m going to have to dig out my annuals this weekend. Seems like there might have been a picture in one of them. This is going to bug me till I find out who that was.
And until you mentioned Brenskies, I hadn’t thought about Saturday’s bbqed, refried chicken in ages.
btw, the new magazine is out and they screwed up babyjesus’ name again as well as my name this time. Check out my kid, he’s cute. I still wonder who his daddy is.
Steve doesn’t sound right. He was third or fourth floor Martin Hall, if that helps.
Now that you mention it, there may have been a pic in one of the yearbooks. I’d be looking in the 83-84 and 84-85 ones if it were me (mine are all at my parents’ house in Rogers). I’m pretty sure the guy was a year or two ahead of me, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my freshman year (I know who I was seeing when it happened, and we didn’t hook up until late fall term my freshman year, probably after Halloween, so 82-83 is probably out, though there’s a slight chance, and I’d bet money it wasn’t my senior year).
Hell, you only had to eat it. I had to eat it and then dispose of it since I worked in the dish room for my first year and a half.
I’ll be sure to check it out.